Countless believers kneel down.

The light of Buddhism is restored.

The sun never illuminated the place, but the Abbot of Light illuminated the place.

In a corner, an old man looked at everything in front of him, with a complicated expression.

He is the Saint of Guard.

He has a very low status in Buddhism and has his own temple, Weisheng Temple.

It’s just that because I’m away from the mountains all year round, I don’t have much communication with people in Buddhism.

For this period of time, Wei Shengzhe has been silently observing the progress of things.

He was surprised by the identity of the Holy Son of Qi Chen and could not let go of it yet.

He waited for more than three hundred years and finally waited for the appearance of the Holy Son.

Unfortunately... the Holy Son is not the Holy Son he wants.

He knew the thoughts of the host Guangming Dao. That kind of thought was too terrible. Although the other party didn't say it, he knew it.

If the heaven is not kind, he will regard the demon son as the sage son.

I am unrighteous and use my body to replace light.

The Saint of Wei was trembling all over. He had this title, not given by others, but passed down from generation to generation.

Every generation of abbots will learn a mental method in their Weisheng Temple.

This mind method is very special. It contains detailed explanations about the three thousand lights and some methods to protect the light.

So the Saint of Wei is very clear about the three thousand lights.

Therefore, when he saw the light of the snow lotus on the body of the Grand Master of Light, he would have a complex and even fearful expression.

Just because there is no such light among the three thousand lights.

The host of Guangming Dao, realized the new light.
Chapter completed!